The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1062

As time went by, the expressions of cultivators present changed from shock, numbness, to indifference.

By the time Caspian stopped, the monster was almost like a ball of cotton. No one would dare to associate this thing, which was almost the same as a tag, with the monster that was chilled to death at first glance. If the monster still had consciousness and could speak, its first sentence would be,”I was wrong…”

“Can this thing help you recover your strength?”

“It should… Be possible…”

“Oh, then I won‘t give it to you.”

“Huh…”

Caspian grabbed the monster that had no ability to move and threw it into the darkness in the distance. But strangely, there was no sound of landing after the monster was thrown out. Caspian narrowed his eyes and looked at the darkness. With his eyesight, it penetrated the darkness, so he naturally could see farther than ordinary cultivators. But at this time, what he was looking at was like deep ink, and he could not see anything.

Something must have gone wrong…

Caspian, supported by his Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd, slowly stood up.

The nearby cultivators were originally glad that they had survived the disaster, but when they saw Caspian’s action, they soon felt that the atmosphere was not right. They all looked at the darkness. The darkness was like ink, like tides, like the deep night, like the bottomless sea.

After staring at it for a while, many people on the scene only felt their hearts pounding. It was as if the darkness had turned into a silent whirlpool, sucking away all the hope, happiness, and vitality in people’s hearts.

“Something’s wrong,” Leny gripped the hilt of his saber tightly.

All cultivators present held their weapons and looked serious.

Crack!

A crisp metallic sound rang out. It was like a light hammer hitting everyone’s hearts. Everyone’s heart skipped a beat.

Caspian felt a throb behind the Gates of Hell.

“Let me… Go out…”

“No,” Caspian refused directly.

Ever since he knew that this guy behind the Gates of Hell coveted his body and wanted to occupy it, the relationship between them had become irreconcilable. Under such circumstances, it was impossible for Caspian to give his body to the opponent.

“Unless I am out of my mind.”

“Listen… Listen to me…”

“If you have something to say, let’s talk about it after I solve this problem,” After saying this, Caspian no longer paid attention to that guy behind Gates of Hell, he focused his eyes on the darkness.

Crack!

Another crisp sound came.

This time, the voice was obviously much closer to the crowd.

The hands of the present cultivators, which were holding their weapons, couldn’t help but tremble slightly. The surrounding air seemed to have solidified into mercury at this moment, so heavy that it made people feel extremely depressed.